Water is implacable. It yields, but only to come around from the other side to catch you. The weight and the power and the feeling of waiting that the ocean carries. No matter how restless the surface may be, or how giddily the little brooks travel over the rocks, they are all part of the one, heavy, whole. Water is everywhere, all around us and inside us. It is the network that connects every living thing together. Water is fluid and moves with the shapes we give it, but no matter how accommodating that may seem, water will not be compressed, so pressure here becomes power there.
That is what it
means to be water.